This Lady Is Trying to Kill Me - Chapter 92
Chapter 92: Next!
Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
Whoosh! Whoosh!
The breeze stirred up ripples on the Moon Reflection Lake and made the hem of the black robe outside the Seeking Sword Hall flutter.
The Seeking Sword Hall was paved with white stone tiles, and at the edge was the lake shore. At this moment, all the guests within a hundred feet had retreated, leaving only Ye Jingtang standing in front of the door with his hands behind his back.
The setting sun was setting in the west, and the beautiful Moon Reflection Lake was already full of people. Half of them were disciples of the Zhou family, and the other half were followers and relatives who had come to celebrate the birthday.
Most of the famous figures of Jianghu had walked out of the Seeking Sword Hall and were discussing softly, waiting for this storm to begin.
The silent and solemn atmosphere made the Zhou family disciples, who were originally burning with anger or full of confidence, slowly become nervous. They kept looking at Morning Dew Mountain behind them.
Ye Jingtang, still wearing a bamboo hat, stood in front of the hall with his hands behind his back. His mind was not on the upcoming battle but on the Seeking Sword Hall behind the crowd.
Just now, from the corner of his eye, he suddenly noticed a familiar figure sizing him up at a window in the Seeking Sword Hall.
But when he looked over, the figure disappeared from the window, and he couldn’t see who it was.
Ye Jingtang didn’t know many people here. The only person he had seen here before was Xuanyuan Hongzhi, who was standing in front of the door. If he had such a feeling, he must know someone in the hall.
But with everyone watching, it was really not appropriate for him to go in and take a closer look. He could only suppress this thought and wait quietly for the Zhou family to arrive.
“He’s here…”
“Brother Jian, long time no see.”
“Young Master Xuanyuan, you’re too polite…”
After waiting for 15 minutes, there was some noise by the lake.
Ye Jingtang turned around and saw Zhou Huaili walking toward the Seeking Sword Hall with a smile on his face.
Following behind Zhou Huaili were two young men.
One of them was in his early twenties. He was dressed in a brocade robe and looked handsome. One look, and it was apparent that he was from an aristocratic family.
The other looked to be in his mid-twenties. With a black-sheathed longsword in his hand and a calm smile, he greeted his friends along the way, looking like a Jianghu wanderer.
Soon, Zhou Huaili arrived outside the main entrance of the Seeking Sword Hall and raised his hand to introduce, “These two people are my eldest disciple, Jian Yuhua, and my second son, Zhou Ying. 1 believe everyone is familiar with them. Nephew, this is the first time you have appeared, so no one knows your details. But I’m afraid you know Yuhua’s strength. For the sake of fairness, let Zhou Ying go on stage first to warm your hands. Nephew, do you have any objections?”
Zhou Huaili’s approach was equivalent to letting Zhou Ying test the waters and show Jian Yuhua the strength of his opponent.
This move was in line with the rules. When people came to the door to issue a challenge, it was etiquette in Jianghu for those with unknown strengths to face a gatekeeper first.
However, Zhou Ying was the most talented member of the Zhou family. Although his strength was not as good as Jian Yuhua’s, he was still considered outstanding among the younger generation. Zhou Huaili’s move was suspected of making the battle a two-on-one.
Everyone at the lakeside looked at the young master of the Red Flower Pavilion with strange gazes.
Ye Jingtang’s response was rather straightforward. “Sect Master Zhou, I don’t mind if you get them to fight together.”
“Uh…” The famous figures in front of the hall felt that Ye Silang was too crazy and arrogant and frowned.
Zhou Huaili’s expression turned cold. He didn’t say anything else and tilted his head.
Although Zhou Ying wasn’t as skilled as his senior brother, Jian Yuhua, he was still an outstanding talent in the Zhou family. Seeing the Red Flower Pavilion being so arrogant, he pulled out his sword and walked down the steps. “Brother Ye, I hope your martial arts skills are as good as your mouth skills.”
Ye Jingtang didn’t say anything and only raised his right hand.
Chen Yuanqing, who was standing under the round platform, threw an eyebrow staff into Ye Jingtang’s hand.
Zhe Yunli, who was secretly observing from the window in the hall, was baffled when she saw this. “Doesn’t the Red Flower Pavilion use a big spear? Why are they giving him an eyebrow staff? How can Ye… Ye Silang fight?”
Luo Ning wasn’t in the mood to pay attention to the fight at all. Her eyes flickered as she casually explained, “The long spear is easily more than eight feet long, so it’s naturally thirty percent stronger than a short weapon. At the same level, it’s almost impossible for a sword to defeat a spear. Before the former Spear Chief became famous, when he competed with others, in order not to bully them, he liked to use an eyebrow staff.”
“Oh…”
The people in front of the hall were discussing this matter.
Zhou Ying felt Ye Jingtang’s contempt. He gripped his sword and said coldly, “Are you sure you don’t want to use a spear?”
Ye Jingtang placed one hand behind his back and pointed the staff diagonally at the ground with his right hand. “It’s unnecessary to beat you.”
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Whoosh!
A breeze swept across the lake, and the outside of the Seeking Sword Hall fell silent. There was a hint of gunpowder.
Zhou Ying’s eyes were full of displeasure, but he didn’t overestimate himself.
He assumed a stance with his sword and pressed toward Ye Jingtang unhurriedly.
Tap, tap, tap…
His figure seemed neither fast nor slow, but his speed became faster and faster. Soon, he was 30 feet in front of Ye Jingtang.
Seeing that Ye Jingtang had yet to take a stance, Zhou Ying swayed, and his body slid to the right strangely. The three-foot-long blade in his hand stabbed toward Ye Jingtang’s armpit at lightning speed.
Swoosh!
A cold light flashed outside the Seeking Sword Hall, and the cry of the sword tearing through the air sounded!
Zhou Ying’s move was extremely tricky. If Ye Jingtang’s reaction was a little slow, he would be confused by the feint, slow to regain his guard, and be hit.
Ye Jingtang had yet to get into a stance with staff. In the eyes of the famous Jianghu figures in front of the hall, he was completely courting death.
But soon, everyone’s eyes turned to surprise!
Tread, tread, tread…
The moment the sword was about to strike, Ye Jingtang took a step back. His figure was neither fast nor slow, just in time to avoid the edge of the sword. The staff in his hand slid back until he was holding the end of the staff with one hand.
Boom!
The tip of the staff tapped the ground.
Zhou Ying was indeed worthy of being born into a famous Jianghu family. His knowledge far exceeded that of the villains in Jianghu. When he saw this scene, he knew that something was wrong and immediately withdrew his sword and retreated.
Unfortunately, it was too late!
Bam!
Outside the Seeking Sword Hall, there was a sudden explosion!
Ye Jingtang’s robe shook violently. His waist and abdomen tightened as he rose from the ground. He held the staff in one hand and smashed forward ferociously like he was splitting a mountain!
Whoosh!
Some sand on the white stone ground was instantly stirred up. Even many people standing outside the Seeking Sword Hall had their robes, beards, and hair blown by the strong staff wind.
When the people in front of the hall saw this scene, their eyelids twitched.
Zhou Ying had never expected the opponent’s explosive power to be so powerful. Before he could take half a step back, the heavy staff blow was already above his head. He could only hastily raise his sword.
Clang!
There was the crisp sound of metal colliding!
The treasured sword meticulously forged by the Water Cloud Sword Pool turned into a noodle under the heavy staff blow. It didn’t have the slightest blocking effect and smashed into his chest along with the staff.
Bam!
With a muffled sound, Zhou Ying’s robe immediately tore apart. The bent sword smashed into the flesh on his chest and instantly gouged down, causing a mist of blood to spray!
“Cough!”
Under the heavy blow, Zhou Ying smashed into the ground with his sword and let out a muffled cough. The ground shook, and even the lake outside the stage rippled.
Whoosh-! Whoosh-!
After the attack, the wind in the Seeking Sword Hall suddenly stopped, leaving only a ripple slowly spreading toward the center of the lake!
Ye Jingtang held the eyebrow staff in one hand and pointed it at Zhou Ying’s throat. “Are my martial arts skills as good as my mouth skills?”
“Cough cough cough…” The robe on Zhou Ying’s chest was instantly dyed blood red. He let out a few muffled coughs as his throat was pressed. He abandoned his sword and raised his hands.
Ding! Ding! Ding! Ding!
The bent sword bounced a few times on the ground.
Ye Jingtang snorted lightly, raised the eyebrow staff, and pointed it at Jian
Yuhua, who was standing behind the many famous figures. “Next.”
Buzz!
Only at this moment did the people by the lake recover from their shock and let out a wave of surprised and shocked cries.
Even Luo Ning, who was at the window, temporarily suppressed her distracting thoughts of being deceived by the heartless man. Her eyes were full of surprise. She didn’t expect the little thief to be so good at spearmanship.
She could tell the power of the Yellow Dragon Crouching move just now. He had clearly held back when he smashed the staff down.
If he hadn’t held back, Zhou Ying’s ribs would definitely have been broken. Not to mention coughing, he might have died on the spot before he could react.
The famous figures in front of the hall also saw this.
They knew that the Red Flower Pavilion had come aggressively and definitely had confidence, but they didn’t expect this young master who had appeared out of the blue to have such a solid foundation.
Not to mention the juniors of Jianghu like Zhou Ying and Jian Yuhua, even the Three Absolutes Elderly Immortal and the other old Grandmasters were not sure whether they could deal with this child personally. What could the Zhou family use to fight such a figure?
It was silent outside the Seeking Sword Hall.
The onlookers’ expressions changed from surprise to strangeness.. From the corner of their eyes, they looked at Zhou Huaili and Jian Yuhua!
